Chapter 123: Chapter 123

Dave didn't hesitate. He took the invitation with a sudden, violent surge of force, his fingers digging into the flesh of my waist to anchor me firmly against the edge of the sink. He leaned his entire muscular frame forward, leveraging his size to drive into me with a relentless, punishing speed.

The raw, rapid impact sent a loud, soaking echo off the tile walls. Every heavy thrust bottomed out completely, hitting that deep, sensitive spot over and over without a single second of relief. I let out a succession of high, broken cries, my fingers clawing wildly at the damp skin of his back as the intense, unbridled pace pushed me completely over the edge.

"You’re a whore, Paulina," Dave growled, his voice completely raw and heavy with possession as he stared down at me. "My whore."

Hearing my name tore from his throat coupled with the brutal words sent a sharp, electric jolt straight to my core. My internal muscles clenched around him with a sudden, desperate tightness that made him let out a low, ragged hiss.

He didn't slow down for a single second. With my leg still hooked high over his shoulder, he used his iron grip on my hip to drive his weight forward with even greater intensity. Every rapid, punishing thrust was deep and unfiltered, the wet, heavy impact echoing loudly off the tiles as he completely claimed my body under the harsh bathroom lights.

"Say it," he commanded darkly, his breath scorching my neck as his hips slammed forward again, bottoming out completely. "Tell me who you belong to."

"You and Daddy," I cried out, my voice completely shattered as the forbidden reality locked me in place. "So go deeper."

The explicit mention of our father completely destroyed whatever remaining restraint Dave had left. A dark, primal growl tore from his chest, his eyes turning entirely black with possession. He didn't say another word; he simply reacted to the demand with absolute, crushing force.

Using his grip on my hip and the leg hooked over his shoulder, he pulled me forward until there wasn't a single millimeter of space left between our bodies. He began driving into me with a heavy, brutal depth, hitting the absolute back of my womb with every single frantic plunge.

The pace was relentless and raw. The loud, soaking sounds of the impact filled the steamed-up bathroom, completely drowning out my high, broken gasps. My head knocked back against the mirror as the intense, overlapping thoughts of both men dominating my body pushed me past the point of sanity, leaving me entirely unraveled under his heavy, punishing weight.

Dave didn't slow down. He couldn't. Hearing those words, hearing me bind him and our father together in the same breath, had completely stripped away whatever civilized control he usually maintained.

The heat in the small bathroom had reached a suffocating peak, the moisture on the walls running down the tiles in long, clear tracks. My leg was still pinned high against his heavy shoulder, the muscles in my thigh aching from the extreme angle, but the physical strain was entirely eclipsed by the crushing, rhythmic weight of him slamming into me.

Every single thrust felt like an eviction of my thoughts. He drove forward with a heavy, blunt finality, the base of his hips colliding with my drenched skin with a loud, wet smack that echoed sharply off the porcelain sink.

"You and Daddy," he repeated back to me, his voice a low, dangerous vibration against my collarbone. He didn't say it like a question. He said it like a verdict. "You think he’s going to be gentle with you when he finds out what you've turned into?"

He didn't wait for an answer. He shifted his grip, his thick fingers digging into the soft flesh of my unpinned hip, pulling me up and forward to meet the next plunge. The sudden change in leverage forced him even deeper, stretching my highly sensitive walls until a low, helpless sob broke from my throat.

My fingers clawed blindly at the wet, broad expanse of his back, my nails scratching against his skin as I tried to find some kind of anchor in the middle of the chaos. The frantic speed of his hips didn't let up, but the depth was what was completely ruining me, each strike hitting the exact same tender spot over and over, marking his territory in a way that felt entirely permanent.

The friction was scorching now, a relentless, blinding heat that seemed to consume the entire narrow space between the sink and the mirror. With my leg still bound over his shoulder, I was completely unmade, entirely open to every ounce of his weight as he continued to drive into me with a desperate, heavy fury.

"Look at me, Paulina," he rasped, his hand flying up to grip my jaw, his fingers digging in just enough to force my face up. His eyes were wild, bloodshot, and entirely dark with an obsession that had been building for years. "Look at what we're doing. There's no going back from this."

He slammed forward again, the impact so deep and sudden that my hips left the porcelain surface entirely for a split second. A high, fractured scream was ripped from my throat, my eyes watering as the sheer intensity of the stretch vibrated straight through my lower stomach.

The raw speed of his hips didn't slacken; it grew more frantic, driven by the forbidden names still hanging in the steamed-up air. Every heavy plunge hit the absolute back of my core, a blunt, bruising force that made my vision blur into static. The slick, wet sounds of our bodies colliding were loud and chaotic, a frantic rhythm that matched the terrifying acceleration of my heart.

"You're ruined for anyone else," Dave growled against my mouth, his breath hot and ragged as he tasted the panicked, desperate whimpers escaping my lips. "He's going to taste me all over you, and he's still going to take you."

The mental image exploded behind my eyelids, mixing with the agonizingly sharp pleasure rippling through my nerve endings. The coiling tension in my core tightened to a violent, unbearable peak. I shook uncontrollably under him, my hands gripping the edges of the sink until my knuckles felt like they would burst through the skin, completely trapped in the dark, crushing storm of his possession.

The air in the bathroom had grown so thick with steam and heat that every breath felt like inhaling liquid fire. The long, clear tracks of moisture running down the tiled walls mirrored the sweat dripping from Dave’s forehead, dropping onto my chest as he hovered over me. His chest expanded in deep, ragged hollows, his ribs prominent against his skin with every frantic lungful of air he fought to claim.

He was reaching his absolute limit. I could feel it in the way his massive frame had gone entirely taut, the muscles in his back and shoulders shifting like iron cables under a breaking strain. The smooth, calculated dominance he had started with was completely gone, replaced by a raw, primal desperation that made him move like a beast cornered by its own desire.

A low, vibrating groan started deep in his chest—a sound so rough and unrefined it sounded barely human. It rattled against my collarbone where his forehead pressed for a fraction of a second before he pulled back to look at me, his dark eyes entirely consumed by a black, unyielding haze.

"Paulina," he choked out, his voice snapping under the weight of the friction. "Fuck, Paulina... you're destroying me."

"Don't stop," I cried out, my hands flying to the sides of his neck, my fingers burying into his damp hair as I pulled him down. The angle of my leg hooked over his heavy shoulder was a dull, burning ache, but the sheer, crushing mass of him filling me to the absolute limit turned the pain into nothing but fuel. "Go harder. Don't you dare stop now."

He let out another broken growl, a sound of pure, frustrated agony at how tight my body was clamping around him, reacting to his impending release. He didn't just push forward; he slammed. His hips collided with mine with a heavy, wet finality that sent a violent shockwave straight up my spine, knocking the back of my head against the fogged-up mirror.

The pace became brutal, a relentless, terrifying rhythm that left no room for recovery. He was driving into me fast and completely raw, his massive length bottoming out against the deepest, most sensitive part of my womb with every single frantic plunge. The impact was so deep, so unfiltered, that a succession of high, breathless screams tore from my throat, bouncing off the damp tiles of the small room.

"I can't—I can't hold it," Dave rasped, his teeth baring as he caught his breath, his jaw locked so tight the muscles looked ready to snap. He gripped the soft flesh of my unpinned hip with an iron hold, his fingers digging in deep enough that I knew they would leave dark, purple bruises by morning. "You're taking everything from me."

"Take it," I sobbed, my vision blurring into a chaotic smear of bright bathroom lights and the dark silhouette of his shoulders. "Give it to me, Dave. Let Dad find out. Let him see what you did."

The mention of our father acted like a whip cracking across his back. Dave’s eyes flared with a sudden, dangerous spark of adrenaline, the forbidden nature of the words driving him into a state of absolute frenzy. The beast in him took over completely. He stopped pacing himself, stopped trying to find a smooth rhythm, and simply began to assault my core with a heavy, punishing depth that stole the very air from my lungs.

"He's going to know," Dave roared softly, a dark, possessive declaration delivered right against my mouth as he slammed his hips forward again. The base of his pelvis struck my drenched skin with a loud, soaking echo that filled the entire room. "He's going to look at you and smell me on you. He’s going to know I broke you in first."

"Yes," I gasped, my head thrashing against the mirror as the coiling, electric tension in my stomach tightened to an unbearable, agonizing peak. "Yes, tell him! Tell him I’m your whore!"

"My whore," he growled, the word a dark, heavy brand that he drove into me with a spectacular, deep thrust that made my entire lower body go stiff with a sudden, violent spasm. "Look at me while I finish inside you, Paulina. Open your eyes and look at your brother."

I forced my eyes open, my eyelids heavy and wet with tears of pure, overwhelming pleasure. Dave was staring down at me, his face twisted into a mask of pure, concentrated ecstasy and dominance. The veins in his neck stood out like thick cords, his chest heaving as he delivered three more blindingly fast, incredibly deep plunges, each one hitting the absolute back of my walls until I felt entirely stretched, entirely ruined.

Then, with a final, long, ragged groan that seemed to tear straight from his soul, his body went completely rigid.

He drove himself in to the absolute hilt, pinning me so hard against the cold porcelain of the sink that the edge cut into my lower back, but I couldn't care less. I could feel the hot, frantic rhythm of his release pulsing deep within my core, a heavy, flooding warmth that signaled the absolute end of his restraint. His chest collapsed against mine, his entire weight bearing down on me as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, his hot, heavy breath scorching my skin as he shuddered uncontrollably, riding out the final, lingering tremors of his climax.

The silence that followed was heavy, thick, and suffocating, broken only by the sound of our frantic, shallow breathing and the slow drip of water from the showerhead. Dave stayed buried deep inside me, his body still trembling slightly as the adrenaline slowly began to drain from his muscles, leaving us both trapped in the dark, irreversible reality of what we had just done. And more of it to come.